She raises her eyebrows archly.

"Well, then do educate me on where we are instead."

"I think we are at me being myself with sufficient force at you that you will notice the obvious fact that I'm amazing and you should begin a relationship with me in earnest."

"What, and make this easy? Where's the fun in that?"

"It's going to be easy one way or another, but in my solution I won't have to pretend I'm not incredibly into you."

"If you were pretending not to be incredibly into me, you're not very good at it," she teases, amused. "And my, you're arrogant. You only get to win my heart once, you know, and then it'll be yours forever. Surely you want to put more effort into it than 'it'll just work out and be fine without my intervention or effort.'"

"Oh I never said there would be no effort, just that this effort would not look like traditional flirting."

"Aha. Well, by all means, I'm hardly going to try to stifle your freedom and creativity, or tell you to act like you're someone else."

He laughs. "Should I take you to another fancy place where humans consume their nourishment, then?"

She snorts and hefts her now empty container that once held food. "I'm all right on nourishment for now, but thank you. You'll have to think of something else."

"Alas, what shall become of me. Maybe a walk in the terribly lovely park, and we can illegally feed the ducks?"

"Sure. Who doesn't want to break the law a little for the second date?"

"I can be flexible on the ducks."

“How generous of you,” she says, amused. “I’m fine with illegally feeding ducks if we feed them something other than bread.”

"I don't actually know what ducks eat," he confesses. "If I ever knew when I was a human I certainly forgot it, and it never became relevant afterwards." He's steering towards the park nonetheless.

“We can feed them lettuce, though I don’t have an exhaustive list of other duck appropriate food items. I do not have any lettuce, do you?”

"I could probably fetch some."

She looks at him speculatively.

"Do you know where to find lettuce, or are you volunteering for an adventure you don't know the scope of just to impress me?"

"Ooh, would that impress you? Then definitely the latter."

Yvette fails to conceal a laugh, then says, "I think it would take a bit more than buying lettuce to impress me, I'm afraid."

"Oh, well. I can do it anyway. For the ducks, you see."

"I'm sure the ducks will thank you for your magnanimous efforts that surely have no ulterior motives whatsoever."

"My motives are overt! I wish to win your heart with my charm and wit, and I shall start that with lettuce!"

...

She cracks up.

"Okay," she giggles.

"I shall return momentarily, light of my life," he says, and (after a quick glance around) quite literally disappears.

"Show off," she informs the empty air, without heat. Then she sits down and tries not to giggle some more. She fails.